Chapter 561: Chapter 535: Bright Candle Kunlun_2

Xiao Shan Jun slowly lowered his head, fingers playing with the tassel at his waist.

He said, “Cang Mountain bears snow, Kunlun shines bright; mortals only admire the domains beyond, not knowing that beneath the vast white snow, original sin suffices to devour a clean person beyond recognition.”

The purer things are, the more susceptible they are to tarnish; the loftier they are, the easier they break.

“The more pristine something is, the harder it is to withstand defilement.”

“He should possess great winds and long nights, enjoying solitude and freedom, at least for now… it’s not a good time for him to ascend to Kunlun.”

Cang Nanyi picked up a translucent crystal chess piece from the box, finely twirling it on his fingertip, “What you say is absolutely logical, but do you know, this young man… he has inherited the Blood Feather River.”

Her topic shifted too abruptly, catching Xiao Shan Jun off guard, his smiling eyes slightly bewildered as he stammered, “What…”

Cang Nanyi casually tossed the chess piece back into the box, his tone tinged with resignation, “Perhaps you’re unaware that originally in this world, there were only the Wuhe, and back then, Blood Feather Pond was the Soul Cleansing Pond atop Kunlun Mountain.”

The latter part seemed to not have been fully grasped by Xiao Shan Jun, his expression dazed, unable to calm down for a long time over the fact that Baili An had inherited the Blood Feather River, his eyes blank, and the frowns between his eyebrows too tangled to smooth out.

Rarely enjoying this tranquil moment in the night, Cang Nanyi lazily propped his head, his eyes glinting with a mysterious smile.

“Although bringing him directly back to Kunlun was indeed hasty, there’s now an opportunity for him to properly refine himself in the Demon World. The relationship between Kunlun and him… remains to be seen in the future.”

The candlelight flickered, and then it extinguished.

But there was no longer any need to relight it.

The three thousand bright lamps above the Divine Path all lit up, illuminating the southern heavens.

Xiao Shan Jun watched the three thousand lamps ignite and rise, his deep eyes revealing emotions hard to decipher.

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After feeding the Moon Gazer and the Yin Spirit Ghost Tiger, Baili An had already departed from Xianling City.

Although he had become the new lord of Xianling City, there were no specific rules in Xianling City restraining the city lord from leaving.

Moreover, it has been the custom for new lords to return to their homeland after being chosen.

To this, even the female official Qing Xuan had no objections.

Baili An’s newly chosen Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain Sword had not yet had a soul attachment, making it difficult to achieve Sword Control, so Baili An still made do with the Autumnwater Sword for travel.

In early spring, the long persistent drizzle nourished everything anew.

Upon his arrival, Baili An rode in a white jade gold chariot; he suffered severe motion sickness, almost vomiting all the way, hardly noticing the mortal landscape beneath.

Now, on his way back, enveloped by the ink-black night, the boundless night wind and rain cleansing his face, the vastness of the heavens and earth suddenly made Baili An’s heart feel broad and free.

He remembered something, unconsciously touching the Immortal Tears between his collarbones.

He did not remember when he had embedded this Immortal Tears into his bone.

But after receiving this Immortal Tears, he faintly felt subtle changes occurring within his body.

During the three days he slept drunkenly from Sanqing Wine, he seemed to have had a very ancient dream.

Like sand slipping through his fingers, the visions passed before his eyes like a carousel, dazzling momentarily before disappearing like blown ash.

Immortal Tears hadn’t brought him the miraculous effects he had imagined, but he vaguely realized that this Immortal Tears was indeed useful to him.

However, to retrieve his memories through this tear, he must enter a dream to see.

For a corpse demon to enter a dream was no easy feat.

Baili An temporarily dismissed this idea, raised his head to look at the rainy night sky, his heart harboring thoughts, his gaze inadvertently intertwining with the endless rain, which at that moment, seemed to become part of his intent, his eyes slightly lifting, the rain falling from the Tianhe transforming into reverse rain, rising back up to the heavens.

Even his rain-drenched clothing, following the reversed rain, ascended directly to the sky’s apex.

Baili An knew that he indeed had the power to manipulate water, but he was also aware that, as an element of all seasons, rain belonged to the natural yin and yang of the world, rootless and mysterious.

Even cultivators who had reached the pinnacle of the mortal path, including those who had transcended tribulations to become immortals, neither possessed the power nor the right to willfully control the world’s rain.

Aside from mythological True Dragons who could cast clouds and rain and the sovereign Water Gods of the Four Seas, no one could command the rain to obey.

Baili An realized he had gained an unknown ‘treasure’ inside himself, and this ‘treasure’ was likely obtained during those three blank memory days due to some kind of ‘opportunity.’

Unwilling to carelessly manipulate the rain any longer, as the world’s four seasons and their changing weather follow the natural laws and order, Baili An let the rainy night resume.

The curtains of rain fell ceaselessly, unable to wet his clothes again.

Sword Control heading north, Baili An suddenly stopped.

Because a hundred meters ahead, a faintly visible delicate figure blocked his path.

Baili An recognized this woman.

The seventh elder of the Wandao Immortal Alliance.

The fourth river of the Demon World, Ning Feiyan.

The rain continued, and the Sky Cloud slowly drifted in the sky.

The night was deep, and so was Baili An’s expression.

Because the woman standing before him under the sky didn’t ride any Spirit Sword or Magic Artifact under her feet.

Not relying on any Magic Artifact, flying on her own power, meant that the gap in cultivation between the two of them was vast like mountains and seas.

Ning Feiyan gave him a slight smile, the early spring chill amidst the rain leaving her fair face serene and peerlessly beautiful, her eyes serene, not uttering a word, clearly not having the intention to courteously greet him, she quietly raised her right arm, her slender index finger pointing through the air.

Her rain-dampened fingertips produced a Purple Butterfly, its faint aura energy expelling from her fingertips.

In the high air, the originally longitudinally slender rain threads, as if hindered by something, compressed into droplets.

These droplets, merely the size of soybeans, instead of continuing to fall towards the mountain below, smashed towards Baili An’s head.

Each droplet seemed light, but carried the weight of a thousand jun.

Under the pouring rain, Baili An appeared as tiny as a leaf in the ocean, and a loud noise erupted, raising waves of rain like angry waves, with Baili An at the center violently dispersing to both sides.

Ning Feiyan slightly raised her brows in surprise, pressing down her right index finger towards the ground, the treasure beads by her ears twinkling with a fiery glow.

The aura that struck Baili An suddenly became terrifying, swirling air fiercely flowing around and distorted light enveloping him, thrusting him deeply into the forest below.

Ning Feiyan lowered her arm, her figure disappearing into the distance like smoke.

The tall old trees in the dense forest collapsed thunderously, three in total due to Baili An’s impact.

In the mist of rain and dust, wood splintered into fragments, rain split into fog.

Baili An knelt on one knee, sword in hand, his clothing deeply soaked, the essence of water intense.

His body uncontrollably leaned forward slightly.

Then, from his slightly pursed pale lips, slowly emerged a thin line of blood, dripping one by one down his chin to stain his garment red.

In the haze of dust, Ning Feiyan approached slowly, her expression quite surprised.

Because she had been serious with that strike, thinking it would severely injure him, yet unexpectedly, he hadn’t fainted.

Now there was a bit of trouble, they had to continue fighting.

In the next moment, something even more unexpected happened.

Baili An wiped the blood from his lip with the back of his hand, slowly rose to his feet, his gaze extraordinarily calm as he looked at her, a faint smile suddenly appearing on his lips.

Ning Feiyan subconsciously furrowed her brows, lowering her gaze slightly, feeling a sudden stabbing pain beneath her eye corner.

A sharp cut slowly opened on her cheek, fine red liquid oozing out, making her skin appear even paler.

This genuinely sparked Ning Feiyan’s interest.

She had thought it would be a unidirectional slaughter, yet she never expected that Baili An, in his scrambled counterattack, still possessed the strength to retaliate and wound her.

He had merely taken three parts of the Divine Origin hidden within her, and regarding the manipulation of the rain’s behavior, she should have been far superior.

Moreover, in such a short period of time, he had actually managed to comprehend the power of those three parts of Divine Origin to this extent.

It was truly astonishing.

Ning Feiyan looked at Baili An, smiling and said, “You’re very powerful, but if you don’t listen, tonight, I can kill you.”

Baili An thought for a moment, lifted the newly acquired sword in his hand, also smiled, and said, “You’re also very powerful, madam, but if you insist on causing trouble, tonight, I can make you bleed.”

It was just a simple retort. Baili An didn’t think mere words would harm this cunning mind of the great person of Si He.

But as soon as he spoke, the smile in Ning Feiyan’s eyes instantly disappeared completely.

As if someone had touched her reverse scale, the surroundings fell eerily silent, the atmosphere suddenly becoming weird and oppressive.

“Do you want to die?” Ning Feiyan’s eyelids dropped, concealing murderous intent.